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Angel: Just trust me.
Cordy: I do.
Angel: "Don"t stiffen up."
Cordy: "Yeah, you either."
Angel: "Alright. A good defense is about moving the line of attack. When the bad guy comes at you, you want to step off the line like this creating a new one. Every time you do, your opponent will be forced to adjust. Always make the other guy work."

Cordy: "Okay. Move the line. Then what?"

Angel: "Then - just keep moving the line. You"ll be able to keep an attacker busy until... - You know."
Cordy: "What? Until he dies of old age or until *you* swoop in to save me? Angel, I didn"t ask you to train me so I could stave. I already know how to stave. *Now* I need to learn how to fight!"

Angel: "You don"t think that I would?"
Cordy: "Would what?"
Angel: "Save you."
Cordy: "Men-folk not always around to protect the women-folk, you know? - Besides, what if it turned out *you* were the guy I had to fight? Could happen."

Angel: "Okay."
"When you put an adversary down, you wanna make sure he doesn"t get up again. So, like I showed you..."
"Force the other guy to counter and he"ll open himself up something like this. We"ll go half-speed until..."
Cordy: "No need, I got it. Three years of Varsity Cheer Squad, I only ever had to be shown a move once."
Angel: "You know, Cordelia, handling a lethal weapon is a *little* different from shaking a pom-pom."
Cordy: "Ready! O-kay!"
Angel: "Easy - Ha, ha - Go team."
Lilah: "How long has he been here?"
Secretary: "Security brought him in about twenty minutes ago."
Lilah: "You should have pulled me out of that meeting the minute you heard anything. What about the family?"
Secretary: "On their way."
Gavin: "Lilah. - I was just keeping young Billy here company."
Lilah: "Thanks awfully, Gavin. I"ll take it from here. Billy, your family has been worried sick. Where have you been?"
Billy: "Went for a walk."
Lilah: "A walk. For three days?"
Gavin: "The boy was feeling cooped up."
Lilah: "Gavin, why don"t you go - close an escrow or something? You"re not supposed to be out on your own. You remember what happened the last time, don"t you? You don"t wanna end up in that awful place again, do you?"
Congressman Blim: "Well, of course he doesn"t. - No one wants that."
Lilah: "Congressman."
Blim: "I trust you managed to stay out of trouble this time, Billy?"
Billy: "No trouble."
Blim: "Lets go home. Well, this is the second time you"ve returned our nephew safely to us. Thank you."
Gavin: "Our pleasure."
Lilah: "Our pleasure in the sense that he had nothing to do with it."
Gavin: "Nice boy."
Lilah: "Yeah, Billy? He"s great. Had his own private room in hell. Family connections. Oh - by the way - get out."
Gavin: "I wasn"t finished."
Lilah: "No. You really were. To make myself clear - you go sniffing around one of my clients again, I think we"re gonna have a problem."

Gavin: "You *think?* Who told you, you could *think?* You know, why don"t you try *listening* once in a while instead of constantly flapping that fat mouth of yours?"

Lilah: "You weren"t exactly captain of the debate team, were you, Gavin? At least Lindsey knew how to..."


Wes: "It"s inspiring to see you like this. The initiative you"ve shown in training with Angel. Taking responsibility. I"m proud of you."

Cordy: "Well, never hurts to be prepared."

Wes: "Hm. I agree. We should all be battle ready. Every one of us."
Gunn: "Dead! So dead! So very, very dead. Just how dead are you, huh?"

Angel: "I"m tired of being the dead one."
Wes: "I was thinking, perhaps I"d enter into a similar training arrangement with our Fred."

Cordy: "Oh, hey, if you think she can help you fight, why not? I"m kidding. - Wesley, if you wanna get to know Fred better, maybe the next time you have her over for an intimate dinner for two, you won"t ask the rest of us to come along."

Wes: "Ah, I don"t... I mean... Was I *that* obvious?"
Gunn: "Yes! Ha, ha!"
Cordy: "I don"t think anybody else noticed."

Wes: "She is a rather extraordinary young woman. - Still, the last thing any of us should be doing is - coupling - with each other, I mean. Office romances, even under the most *normal* circumstances..."

Cordy: "We don"t live in normal circumstances. - I mean, what are the odds of any of us actually finding someone out there who can deal with the kind of stuff we have to deal with? I don"t know. Maybe we *are* meant..."

Wes: "For each other?"
Cordy: "Actually I was gonna say "to be alone." But what the heck - Wesley, if you like her, *tell* her. Just go right up to her and : hug her into little pieces."

Angel: "Easy."
Cordy: "Convenience store, man attacking a woman. His wife - it"s his wife."

Angel: "How many convenience stores we got on the Westside?"
Fred: "Well, even if you just include Santa Monica, Beverly Hills and Malibu only, the combined populations is something like a hundred thirty thousand people spread over more than thirty square miles, and given that..."
Gunn: "A lot."
Fred: "I was - getting there."
Wes: "Alright. We go in two teams. Gunn, you and I..."
Cordy: "No. It"s too late. You can"t save her. This murder happened a week ago. Why would they show this to me now?"

"What"s this?"
Wes: "Everything. Everything about the crime I believe you saw in your vision. Police reports, husband"s written confession, captures from the convenience store"s video surveillance cameras..."
...and I have to caution all of you, the medical examiners crime scene photos. Cordelia..."

Angel: "Maybe you shouldn"t be looking at that."
Cordy: "Tell that to the Powers. They already ran the THX version in my head, remember? How did you get this stuff?"
Wes: "I did it the old-fashioned way: I bought it."
Fred: "The police sold you this stuff?"
Wes: "Not exactly. A source. Someone who has access. Usually they sell to the tabloids, when the victims are - more high profile."

Gunn: "Charlene Baird."
Wes: "The victim. She and the perpetrator were married for thirty years, no history of domestic violence."
Fred: "Why"d he do it?"
Wes: "He says she wouldn"t listen to him. He was trying to get her to stop talking."
Fred: "Well, it worked."
Gunn: "I don"t get it. This guy confessed. Crime solved. Why are the Powers airing re-runs in Cordy"s head?"

Wes: "I don"t know."
Angel: "I do. Eleven twenty four, twenty minutes before the crime occurred. Look who"s there."
Gunn: "Oh, boy."
Cordy: "What? - What?!"
"Okay. Kinda cute. So, who is he?"

"You"re sure this is him? This is the guy?"

Angel: "You pull someone from a hell dimension, you tend to remember their face. Yeah. - That"s him."
Cordy: "Well, then - now we know why the Powers made me experience that woman"s death. - She died because of me."
Angel: "No."
Cordy: "Yes! Angel, if he"s somehow responsible - then so am I."
Angel: "You"re not the one who broke him out and put him back on the streets. I did that."
Cordy: "For me. You did it to save me."

Angel: "And I"d do it again."
Cordy: "Angel..."
Angel: "Hey. - Hey, whatever"s happening now, you"re not responsible for this - and neither am I. - But I know who is."

Lilah: "That"s a very dramatic entrance - except for the part where you can"t enter."

Angel: "You"re a little jumpy there, Lilah."

Lilah: "It"s been a long day at the office."
Angel: "Then you know that your boy is on the loose. You know what he"s doing."
Lilah: "It"s been brought to my attention."
Angel: "God. Are you...?"
Lilah: "I"m fine. You should see the other guy."

Angel: "I plan to."
Lilah: "Billy never touched me, friend."

Angel: "I know. He has some power. He makes people..."
Lilah: "Billy never touched me, and you can"t touch him. Nobody can. Billy as in Blim? As in congressman Nathan Blim"s nephew? That family is the closest thing this country has to royalty. They"d own half the eastern seaboard even if they weren"t clients of ours. The law won"t go near him."

Angel: "I"m not the law."
Lilah: "This isn"t some three horned Gurnarbeast you can just chop into meatloaf!"

Angel: "Why you"re protecting him after what he did?"
Lilah: "I"m sorry, but this deep chivalric concern coming from the only man I know who *definitely* wants to kill me, is a bit much on a day like this."

Angel: "Your hands are shaking."
Lilah: "Stay away from my client."

Wes: "This is it. The Blim estate."
Gunn: "Not very welcoming, is it?"
Wes: "I don"t suppose it"ll do much good to ring the bell either."
Gunn: "How about we sneak in, dressed up like security guards or something?"

Wes: "Well, that"s a possibility. Or we could..."
Gunn: "So... - wanna go next?"
Wes: "I guess we wait here."
Gunn: "Yeah."
Angel: "Why doesn"t it surprise me that I can just walk right in here without an invitation."
Billy: "Well, as far as I"m concerned you have a standing invitation."
Angel: "You"re not a right guy, Billy. You"re not quite human either, are you?"
Billy: "Not quite. More than you."
Angel: "You like to hurt women, do you, Billy? That make you feel like a man?"

Billy: "I have never hurt a woman in my life. - I just like to watch."

Angel: "Not anymore."
Billy: "Oh?"
Angel: "You"re going back."
Billy: "Really? "cause I don"t think so."

Woman"s voice: "Los Angeles Police department"
Man"s voice: "Hands were we can see "em. Turn around. - Slowly!"
Billy: "You"re looking for me."
Woman cop: "William Blim?"
Billy: "That"s right. I"m the one that called you. Did you find the body? Was it where I said it would be?"
Woman: "William Blim we"re taking you into custody for questioning."
Billy: "Oh, yes. I should think you would."

Woman cop: "Sanchez, be sure you read him his rights."
Billy: "Will those be absolutely necessary? I won"t give you any trouble, officer. I"ll come quietly."
Woman: "Who are you?"
Billy: "He"s nobody."
Sanchez: "Why"re you going this way? I thought I told you to take Pico."

Woman cop: "Relax, Sanchez. We"ll get there."
Sanchez: "Did you just tell me to relax? - You think you can talk to me like that?"

Woman cop: "I"d talk to you with my finger, but I like both hands on the wheel while I"m driving."
Sanchez: "Pull over."
Woman Cop: "What?"
Sanchez: "Pull over!"
Woman Cop: "What"s your problem?"
Sanchez: "I tell you what my problem is: I got a woman here that don"t listen!"

Wes: "My contact at the city morgue confirms it. Her body was discovered earlier tonight. A young woman was reported missing three days ago. Someone phoned in a tip."

Angel: "Billy."
Gunn: "It doesn"t make sense. I mean, even if he did it, he didn"t do it, you know what I"m saying? So why confess? What does he get?"

Angel: "Out. It gets him out."

Gunn: "Yeah, out of his palatial twelve million Dollar compound and into a holding cell at Men"s central."

Wes: "Yes, but for how long?"
Cordy: "Well, an impenetrable cube of hell fire in a heavily guarded demon dimension couldn"t do much, so my guess - regular bars? Not really going to be a problem."

Angel: "She"s right. All he"ll need to get out this time is his lawyer."

Wes: "Angel, what are you doing?"
Angel: "I"m gonna get there before Lilah does."

Gunn: "And then what?"
Angel: "Well, I took him out of one cell, I can take him out of this one, too."
Cordy: "Wait! Angel, you can"t barge into a police precinct and go all Terminator."

Angel: "I"ll be okay."
Cordy: "It"s dangerous. He"s dangerous. What if he lays his whammy on you?"
Angel: "He won"t be conscious long enough to try."
Fred: "He"s not there! I just heard it on the police scanner. The patrol car carrying Billy never made it to the police station. There"s been an accident."

Wes: "There was an altercation between the officers who transporting Billy. One of them attacked his partner. She was forced to shoot him. The female"s been taken to a local hospital."
Gunn: "So, maybe she can tell us something - like what Billy did to her partner before he snapped."

Wes: "It wouldn"t be a bad idea if one of us were standing by at the hospital visiting a sick relative."
Gunn: "Maybe happen to strike up a conversation with the hospital staff or one of her buddies?"
Wes: "Maybe."
Gunn: "I"m on it."
Angel: "The blood in that car? Some of it is his. - Not human."
"He came through here."
Wes: "And recently. It"s still wet."
"I"ll take a sample back to the hotel, see if I can determine just what sort of creature Billy is."
Angel: "I can"t wait for that."
Wes: "I understand."
Angel: "I can find him."
Wes: "Be careful"
Fred: "What you doing?"
Cordy: "I"m gonna go run an errand. Uh - a normal, every day errand."

Fred: "Cordelia. I don"t think you should do this."
Cordy: "How can I not?"
Wes: "Fred! You"re here. Good, I was hoping you would assist me. I managed to lift a sample of Billy"s blood. Maybe we can identify his demon lineage and somehow figure out how his power works. Would you hand me the glass slides. Thank you."

Lilah: "Cordelia Chase, right? Come to gloat?"

Cordy: "I can do that anywhere. Are you gonna invite me in? Oh, wait. I"m not a vampire."

Lilah: "Please, come on in."
Cordy: "I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you *didn"t* tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him."
Lilah: "And what makes you think I"m gonna do that?"
Cordy: "Well, there"s your face - for starters."
Lilah: "I know the risks of my job and I accept them."
Cordy: "Then why were you crying five minutes ago? - There"s not a thing about badly reapplied mascara that I don"t know."

Lilah: "I"m not Lindsey McDonald. I don"t switch sides whenever it gets tough. And since when is this your job? I thought Angel was the dark avenger."

Cordy: "Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because *you* are a vicious bitch."

Lilah: "So? You know me."
Cordy: "Please, I was you - with better shoes."

Lilah: "These are Boracchi."
Cordy: "Fall collection?"
Lilah: "Next spring."
Cordy: "He"s widened the heel."
Lilah: "And rounded the toe."
Cordy: "That won"t work with pink."
Lilah: "The pink is out this spring."

Cordy: "Billy Blim makes people crazy."

Lilah: "Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primordial misogyny in them. Turns them into killers."

Cordy: "Then why didn"t he do it to Angel?"

Lilah: "Angel"s seen him?"
Cordy: "Yes, right before he escaped from the cops."
"What"s so witty?"
Lilah: "Billy"s touch works differently on different men. Some lose their mind in an instant. Others - can take hours. - Gee, I sure hope Angel isn"t starting to feel testy."

Cordy: "You better hope it."
Lilah: "I know. I"ve seen his dark side."

Cordy: "You really haven"t. - I have to find Billy."
Lilah: "And I"m gonna help you why?"
Cordy: "You know that guy that you hired to hack into my visions? What he did to me? What it felt like? I was cut, my face disfigured, and burning with pain every second not knowing if it was gonna end or just get worse till I died."

Lilah: "So you think I owe you..."
Cordy: "It"s not the pain. It"s the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it,
that your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn"t care. He"ll beat you down until you stay down because he doesn"t even *think* of you as alive.

No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to wear the mantel of "vicious bitch" would ever put up with it. - *Where* is Billy going?"

1.man: "He seemed like such a levelheaded guy, you know? Always polite, with the "yes, sir" and the "thank you, sirs." And to lose it like that, I didn"t see it coming, did you?"

2.man: "I got to say, I understand why he did it. I mean, there is a point, am I right? How many times do you feel like talking a fist to a customer?"
Angel: "One of your drivers finally snapped, huh?"
2.man: "Yeah, he beat the hell out of his fare."

Angel: "A woman?"
2.man: "That surprise you? Probably sitting in the back, nagging, telling him how to drive. You know the type."

Angel: "Yeah. Probably had it coming to her, huh?"
2.man shrugs: "I"m just saying..."
Angel: "Get out of here."
"This driver who snapped? You"re gonna tell me what his last stop was, right before he beat up that woman. - I"m just saying."

Guy: "Hey, Dylan, your cousin is here."
Dylan: "Which one? There is about a zillion of them."
Guy: "I think he said his name is Billy."

Dylan: "Billy? Not possible. Billy"s..."

Billy: "Hi, Dylan."
Dylan: "Billy."
Billy: "I didn"t know you were having a party."
Dylan: "Billy I-I thought we agreed that you weren"t going to come around here anymore after that last thing."
Billy: "I think we should talk to them about appropriate public behavior. - Do you want to? Or should I?"

Wes: "This was taken from the print I made of Billy"s blood. Tell me what you think."
Fred: "Looks to me as if some of the red blood cells are kind of supercharged."

Wes: "Those would probably be from Billy"s demon lineage."
Fred: "So, however Billy is putting the mojo on people, the power seems to be in his blood. Which means it can also be in his sweat or his saliva or even his touch."

Wes: "Speaking of saliva, where is Cordelia?"
Fred: "What do you mean "speaking of saliva?" How does saliva make you..."
Wes: "It"s a simple question. Where is Cordelia?"
Fred: "I - I think she went out."
Wes: "Out?"
"Did she happen to mention where?"

Fred: "She just - ah - she said an errand."

Wes: "So when you say you "think" she went out, what you mean is you "know" she went out because you spoke to her."

Fred: "Well, I suppose I..."
Wes: "Suppose?"
Fred: "I - I did. Yes, I did."
Wes: "That"s better. Lie to me again - and we"re going to have a problem."
Wes: "Where"re you going?"
Fred: "I was just gonna call Cordelia, find out where she is for you."
Wes: "That"s not necessary."
Fred: "It"s not?"
Wes: "No. - Sit down Fred."
Fred: "It"ll just..."
Wes: "Sit! - Down."
"There"s something we need to discuss."
Fred: "I"m sorry I didn"t tell you Cordelia left. Really I am."
Wes: "Pffft. We"re past that. I"ve put it behind me. However, we are going to have to make some changes around here."
Fred: "Change can be good, I guess."

Wes: "Like, no more of these provocative little outfits you wear."

Fred: "Provocative?"
Wes: "Maybe Mommy and Daddy never explain to you that men - *grown* men - are wired a certain way. - You can"t be coming in here day after day waving it in my face like this."

Fred: "What?"
Wes: "You"re practically daring me to take it. Is that what you want?"
Fred: "Stop it!"
Wes: "Oh, are we standing now? Is that what we"re doing?"
Fred: "This conversation is making me very uncomfortable."
Wes: "Oh, you"re uncomfortable. That"s rich! How do you think I feel? What do you think it"s like for me with you smelling the way you do?"

Fred: "Wesley, please."
Wes: "You think you can taunt a man and get away with it? You brush up close, bat your eyes - and then when our backs are turned, you *laugh* at us."

Fred: "No, I would never..."
Wes: "Humiliate us. You think you can do anything you please because you"re connected to life, because you bleed, is that it?"
Fred: "No!"
Wes: "I"ll show you blood."
"What do you tell a woman who has two black eyes? Nothing you haven"t already told her twice."
Wes: "No sense of humor."
Angel: "I"m looking for Billy Blim?"
Dylan: "Are you a friend of his or what?"
Angel: "Friend? To be honest I"m looking to kill the bastard."
Dylan: "Oh. Come on in."
Angel: "Is he here?"
Dylan: "No. He came and went."
Angel: "And everyone"s okay? Frankly I was expecting blood - carnage, you know - bad things."
Dylan: "You gotta know the rules around Billy. Everyone in the family knows the rules. You never leave him alone with your girlfriend, keep him away from your pets and don"t *ever* let him touch you. Like, if he wants money you gotta leave it on the table and back away."

Angel: "Is that why he was here?"
Dylan: "Yeah, he said he needed some - fun money. I just wanted to get rid of him."

Angel: "So can you explain something to me? - How come you invited me in after I told you I wanted to kill your cousin?"

Dylan: "You"re Angel, right?"
Angel: "Did Billy mention me?"
Dylan: "No, no. There was a chick here. She was cute, brunette. Well, she said that a melodramatic guy named Angel would eventually show up."

Angel: "Cordelia... - thinks I"m melodramatic?"

Dylan: "Well, you did say that you were gonna kill my cousin."
Angel: "That"s not melodrama, melodrama: She was here?!"
Dylan: "So you"re saying that melodrama is exaggerated emo..."
Angel: "This isn"t a demo, this is real! Where did you send her?"
Dylan: "Santa Monica. My family has a plane there. Billy said he wanted to fly some place. I don"t know where. Vancouver, Tahiti, he didn"t say. Hopefully far away."

Wes: "Fred?"
"Fred? - I know what you"re doing. - What you"re up to. - Luring me. Forcing me to find you. - Oh, it"s such a dog and pony show. - You beguile me with your girlish ways I pursue you but you never give over, do you? - No, you just keep laughing and running. Well, guess what, my love - I"m not some downy-faced schoolboy. I"m a man."

"You can"t come out into the open, can you? - No, you hide - you deceive. It"s nothing new.
It goes all the way back to Eve. - You and the serpent plotting behind our backs. - "Here, honey, eat this. It"s just an apple." - That"s the problem with your sex - you"re all weak, and you"re all dirty and you won"t be satisfied until you"ve brought each and everyone of us out of the garden and down into the muck with you!"

"Why do you make me do this?"
Cordy: "Billy?"
Billy: "Yes? - Do I know you?"
Cordy: "Not exactly. I thought we should meet. I"m the woman Wolfram and Hart tortured to get you out of your fire cell."

Billy: "Oh, I see. - And you"re here to whine. Poor, helpless, battered woman who needs to vent her feelings about the injustice of it all."

Cordy: "No, ass-wipe."
"I"m here to send you back."
Wes: "I"m still here!"
"I don"t run away like a girl. I see things through."
Gunn: "Shh."
Billy: "You think I hate you because you"re a woman. I don"t."
Cordy: "Gee, and I was feeling special."

Billy: "I don"t hate women. I mean, sure, you"re all whores who sell yourselves for money and prestige, but men are just as bad. Maybe even worse. They"re willing to throw away careers or families, or even lives for what"s under your skirt!"

Cordy: "I"m wearing pants."
Billy: "So, you can dress like a man, talk like a man? Does that make you feel superior?"

Cordy: "Actually, I"m feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. - And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me."

Billy: "You don"t have the nerve to do it."

Cordy: "Wrong again."
Angel: "I can"t let you do it, Cordelia."

Billy: "You saved me again! I knew that you would."
Cordy: "Angel, you know what he is!"
Angel: "Yeah, I do. Which is why I"m gonna waste this piece of garbage myself."
Cordy: "Angel! He can"t hurt me."
Billy: "No, I won"t hurt her. *I* won"t hurt her at all!"
Gunn: "Here."
"Now, what the hell happened to Wesley?"

Fred: "Somehow he got infected. All I can figure it happened while he was working with Billy"s blood from the handprint."
Gunn: "You mean, that - that fingerprinty-looking handprint downstairs is Billy"s blood? So you"re saying that Wes turned into a psycho killer because of that bloody handprint that - I picked up and looked at?"

Fred: "When you put it that way, it kinda worries me."
Gunn: "I better get out of here. Lock the door behind me."
"Well, uh - maybe we go to plan "B.""
Fred: "Oh, god."
"You know when you said we go to plan B? What"s plan B?"
Gunn: "Ah - plan B - Ah - plan B..."
Fred: "Charles...?"
Gunn: "Plan B is the plan where if you don"t stop whining I bash in your... Oh, god."

Angel: "Cordy, get out of here."
Cordy: "No."
Angel: "Cordelia?"
Cordy: "I can"t."
Angel: "GET OUT!"
Cordy: "Angel - you can fight this!"
Billy: "Don"t fight it - feel it! You can, can"t you? All that rage, all that hatred bubbling to the surface? I actually never done this to a vampire. Should be pretty entertaining."

Angel: "Please - go."
Cordy: "I can"t. I have this problem. This is happening to you because of me. Because of *me.* So, I can"t leave you - Angel - I won"t."

Angel: "You think that"s your problem? - That"s not your problem. - You know what your real problem is? Guys like him!"

Angel: ""cause you got no power over me."

Fred: "Charles, you"re scaring me!"
Gunn: "Take this and knock me out. Knock me out!"
Fred: "You want me to hit you?"
Gunn: "Yes!"
Fred: "I can"t!"
Gunn: "You might want to."
Fred: "Charles, please..."
Gunn: "Charles, please. - Fine. Then give it back to me so I can smash your *stupid* head with it. Gimme the damn chair leg!"

"You"re gonna pay for that."
Wes: "Would you like to hear my theory, Fred? - It"s about how stupid you are. - I believe that after five years of living in a cave - you"ll instinctively retreat to small dark places, rather than run outside where you"d be safe."

"Let"s finish this."
Fred: "I"m sorry, Wesley."
Wes: "You"re sorry?"
Fred: "You were right about me liking dark places to hide in."

"But you forgot I also like to build things."

Cordy: "I don"t get it."
Angel: "I don"t get it either."
Cordy: "I mean, you"re a man."
"So why didn"t Billy"s touch affect you?"

Angel: "Well, maybe because - I"m not human."
Cordy: "Oh, right. And a *vampire* could never be turned into a monster."
Angel: "Well, that thing that Billy brought out in others? - The hatred and anger... that"s something I lost a long time ago."
Cordy: "Even when you were evil?"
Angel: "I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger, it was always about the - pain and the pleasure."
Cordy: "Huh. - So I guess you could say that your demoness makes less petty than human"s. Almost noble - I mean, in a twisted, dark and *really* disturbing kind of way."

Angel: "Thanks."
Cordy: "Hm-mm. It"s weird!"
Angel: "What is?"
Cordy: "I"m starting to get used to being creeped out and comforted at the same time."

Angel: "I get that."
Fred"s voice: "Wesley? - Wesley, it"s me, Fred."
"Oh - does that hurt?"
Fred: "Sorry. - I left a bunch of messages."

Wes: "Yes. I meant to call you back. I"m sorry. I"m *so* sorry."
Fred: "Wesley, you gotta come back to work."

Wes: "How can I?"
Fred: "What do you mean? How can you not? You"re the boss. We need you. - You took a few days off. That"s good. We all did. - But now it"s time to come back."
Wes: "Fred, I tried to kill you."
Fred: "That wasn"t you."
Wes: "How can you know that? Something inside me was forced to the surface. Something primal, something..."
Fred: "Do you wanna kill me?"
Wes: "Oh, God, no."
Fred: "It wasn"t something in you, Wesley. It was something that was done to you."
Wes: "I don"t know what kind of man I am anymore."
Fred: "Well, I do. - You"re a good man. - Will I see you back at the office?"
Wes: "Yeah."
Fred: "Good."

The end
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